Spielberg stepped forward and shook hands with the man in the wheelchair, and then with the man next to him: "You are welcome to take your time, Mr. Itzhak, John!"
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Steve." Itzhak in the wheelchair nodded with the reserved violinist's characteristic, while John Williams, slightly bald with gray hair, smiled after shaking hands. Then he hugged him: "I'm very happy to work with you again, Steve."
He's telling the truth, everyone knows that he, Hollywood's premier composer, and Spielberg are the best pairings, they've worked together for over a decade, starting with Jaws, and will continue to work together in the future. go down.
"Let's go back to the station first, it's a little noisy here." Spielberg looked around the airport and made a gesture of "please". The entourage pushed Yitzhak to the prepared car and helped him get up. Then Steve and John also sat in.
"To be honest, I know my request is very rude, but I still hope that you can come to the field and see with your own eyes the suffering we have suffered. If there is any offense, I can apologize." Sitting in the co-pilot Spielberg said to the two sincerely.
"No no no, Mr. Steve..."
"Steve."
"Well, Steve, I think I should definitely come here, I've heard stories from my family since I was a child, and I've looked up a lot of books on this, but I've never been to Clarke because of my health. Come on, I haven't really been to the former site of Auschwitz, so I should thank you, Steve, for your invitation." Itzhak Perlman said solemnly.
"I don't think it's offensive, Steve, I understand your mood, come here and see, I should be able to better understand the spirit you want to express." John also replied with a smile, Then he looked at Spielberg and asked, "You don't look good because of the pressure?"
Spielberg knew that after working together for so long, his emotional fluctuations must not be hidden from the other party, so he smiled lightly, and the bitterness in the smile was clear at a glance.
"Although it has only been filming for more than half a month, during the filming process, I was forced to stop the filming more than once because I couldn't control my emotions. Whenever I used gestures to direct the extras - healthy to the right, sick to the right When I'm on the left, I feel like a Nazi...I've never had such a horrible experience," Spielberg whispered, clutching his forehead, more like talking to himself.
John sighed and comforted him a few words. Itzhak also echoed a few words. Steve was only emotional for a while, and quickly cheered up after laughing.
The car quickly arrived at the Evertra Hotel, and after getting out of the car, they went straight to the top floor.
"I'm sorry, please stay here for the time being. Tomorrow I will arrange for an assistant to take the two to visit Krakow and the various concentration camps nearby, and at the same time, you can watch the relevant documentaries I have collected for this purpose." Steve introduced.
"Can I have a look now?" Itzhak asked suddenly.
"Now? Maybe it's too late."
"No, I insist." The violinist shook his head.
"So..." Spielberg looked at John, who shrugged. "I agree."
"Okay, please come to the conference room." Steve smiled lightly, made a gesture of invitation, and said to the assistant beside him: "Parker, bring a video player, prepare the screen, and collect our original collection. Bring all the information."
After the meeting was seated, several staff members quickly moved in the equipment under the leadership of the assistant, and started the screening after debugging.
It was quiet in the conference room. Although he had watched it many times, Spielberg still watched it. These discipline films were collected by him from many places, including British, French, German, Polish... Every time he watched it, he was immersed in sadness, and at the same time, he was more confident in making this film perfect.
At this moment, a bang came from behind, as if something was overturned, everyone was startled, Steve stood up frowning, and wanted to see who, by the light on the screen, he It was clear to see that it was the girl who covered her mouth, bent over and twitched. It was Angela, the granddaughter of Mr. Mason!
Heck! How did she get here! Spielberg immediately shouted: "Turn off the video player! Parker! Turn off the video player now!"
The assistant was startled, and immediately turned off the video player as he said. Immediately, the meeting room fell into darkness. After hurriedly turning on the lights, the girl was no longer there. The door of the meeting room was open, and she had apparently run out from there.
"What's the matter with you! Why don't you lock the door! How can you let a child see these things!" Spielberg roared inexhaustibly, causing several staff members to shiver.
"Okay, Steve, let's find that kid first," John interrupted.
Only then did Steve restrain his anger, and waved quickly and said, "Go find that child, find her and send her to her manager or nanny, don't let anything happen!"
Several staff members and assistant Parker nodded and quickly left the conference room. Steve stared straight at the door of the conference room for a while before sighing, covering his forehead and looking at John and Itzhak with a wry smile: "What a terrible accident."
"I hope that child will not suffer any bad influence." The violinist nodded in agreement.
"I hope so." Steve nodded with a wry smile, and sat down on the side, he didn't want to say anything else when something like this happened.
"Then let's go here tonight, and we'll watch it tomorrow or at some other time. Anyway, there is still time for the soundtrack and performance, so we can take it slow." John said again at this time.
"That's it." Spielberg nodded. "Then I'll just go out and find the kid. It makes me feel more at ease." He said and took two steps to the door, but stopped after thinking of something. , turned around again, John had walked behind Itzhak, pushed up his wheelchair, the three smiled at each other, and walked towards the door together.
However, when he was about to reach the door, Yitzhak suddenly stopped.
"What happened?" John, who was pushing the wheelchair, quickly stopped and asked, and Steve looked at him.
The violinist didn't answer, just put a finger on his mouth to silence the sound. Soon, a few single-rhythm violin notes rang, and then stopped immediately, as if he was testing the music, and after ten seconds, there was a storm. The sound of music suddenly sounded in the distance.
It's messy. This is the first feeling. It's like a syllable that someone who doesn't know how to play the violin just pulls out a syllable. However, it obviously has strong personal emotions, as if it's venting. Then it starts to have a rhythm, but it still looks sharp and Pain seems to be describing the sadness in my heart. After a long and fast syllable flew by, there was another burst of angry violin sounds. The player played it very fast, trying to throw all the negative emotions out of his heart.
This kind of tragic music played for five or six minutes before it stopped. Just as the three people at the door wanted to speak, the violin sounded again. This time, the music was no longer the kind The music expresses the obvious venting of personal emotions, tactfully and sadly, as if telling a story of despair and sadness, but it also gives people the light of hope.
Almost at the same time, John and Itzhak raised their hands together, John closed his eyes, waving his hands gently and followed the music conductor, while Itzhak pulled the non-existent bow and followed the music, although Steve He doesn't know how to play musical instruments, but that doesn't prevent him from listening to this tune. This tactful, sad, yet hopeful tune makes the movie scene that had already been shaped in his mind seem to come alive, flowing like water, as if Tailor-made for his unfinished film.
The music finally stopped, but the three of them stayed at the door and didn't move. After a while, John let out a long breath, patted Spielberg on the shoulder, and said jokingly: "It seems that the soundtrack and performance of the movie have already been played. Well, are you paying us to travel?"
Itzhak also nodded: "Although there are some minor problems with some techniques, the foundation is quite good."
But Steve spread his hands, still with a wry smile: "I don't know who is playing?"
"Don't know?" John and Itzhak asked together in surprise.
"Yes, me too..." Steve was about to explain when he suddenly saw a staff member turn around from the end of the corridor with a violin, and he hurriedly called out, "Hadley, is that you?"
The other party heard the shout, looked up and saw Mr. Director waving to him, and hurriedly walked over: "What's the matter, sir?"
Spielberg looked at him and the violin in his hand suspiciously, and asked, "Just now... were you playing the violin?"
"Me? Of course not." Hadley shook his head. "Miss Mason was pulling."
"Miss Mason?" Spielberg frowned in disbelief, and then explained to the two friends around him, "Miss Mason is the girl just now."
"That girl?!" John and Itzhak were surprised and asked Hadley, "Mr. Hadley, can you tell us the specifics?"
"That's it, sir," explained the other party, "after we chased out of the conference room, Parker and I started looking from the stairwell and found Miss Mason on the corridor between the seventh and eighth floors. It was very painful, crawling on the ground like retching, Parker and I came up to pick her up and go to the hospital, but Miss Mason refused, she asked if we had any musical instruments, whether piano, violin, bagpipes, etc., as long as It's just an instrument. She's always been in pain but she's stubborn at the same time, we can't do anything about it, I happened to have a few violins there for prom shoots, so I went to get her, it's strange, she played so many stanzas After the music, it got better, and then Parker sent her downstairs and I brought the violin back, and that was it."
After listening to Hadley's narration, the three of you looked at me and I looked at you, and shrugged together.
"What a strange girl, I suddenly want to meet her." John said.
"I want to meet her too," Yitzhak agreed.
"Okay, no problem, but obviously it shouldn't be now, tomorrow." Spielberg thought for a while, "I want to see her again too."